So, I'll just cut straight to the chase. Last time you beat the crap out of some Mi-Go cop and started asking for directions. Well, you found them. Almost immediately a friendly Mi-Go offered to carry you to where you wanted to go. Why? Well, because you asked him. It's that simple, Mi-Go aren't really well equipped to deal with new or unusual situations. A human approaching and flashing an aid request is about as strange an occurrence on Pluto as it gets. So the Mi-Go failed his version of a sanity check and just did what you requested. Now a few hours from now he may come around logically that it wasn't the right decision, or maybe even try to formulate a reason you were on Pluto when most humans avoid this region of space like the plague. However, don't ever make the mistake of thinking most Mi-Go aren't usually prepared. Their minds can encompass possibilities beyond your wildest imagination. It takes a hell of a curve ball to throw them for a loop, remember that!

Riding the Mi-Go is like gliding on the back of a Manta Ray. The Gravity of Pluto is seven percent that of Earth's. If you jumped you would fly ninety feet up into the air! However, the Mi-Go don't even care about that. Their wings beat off higher dimensional particles allowing them to achieve flight in vacuums or anywhere else they can move them, but atmospheres severely slow them down limiting what they can do on earth to a few hundred miles an hour. On Pluto they could theoretically reach thousands of miles an hour. In deep space they can almost approach the speed of light! Pretty scary, but the Mi-Go takes its own safety into account so you guys aren't going more than about sixty miles an hour. It takes him around three hours to get you to the Mi-Go high council. Located at the top of a mile high tower decorated in tasteful spikes.

It drops you off in the center of a ring of large Mi-Go, flashing a mild greeting to its supreme leaders which seems half hearted at best, and then flies away. Leaving you to face the most powerful Mi-Go in existence. What do you do?

The Mi-Go truly are alien. First they give us an all expenses paid pleasure cruise to Pluto, then they throw us out on our asses in a random location instead of at the council they supposedly flew us all the way here to meet.

Is Pluto still not considered a planet at this time? Will insisting that it isn't piss off the Mi-Go?

>>2543577>C, Look around and get your bearings.>>2543577 I doubt it; Pluto is just an outpost of theirs in this universe. I wouldn't imagine they have any particular, emotional, attachment to whatever status humans apply to it.

You look around at the Mi-Go council's open "air" court. Situated at the very top of the tower the stars seem near while paradoxically the sun is so very far away. Even fainter than it is on Titan. Twenty Mi-Go surround you. Ten with enlarged bodies and armed to the teeth and ten with enlarged heads. The top scientific minds and greatest warriors of a galactic spanning empire. One in particular stands out, neither purely warrior or scientist. It holds an antique golden clock in one of its claws. Three other interesting figures stand around it. Behind it is a massive humanoid figure casually leaning against the wall, close to seven feet tall and wearing some kind of animal's skin. A spear darker than blackest midnight rests casually against his shoulder, the hood of his animal skin cloak hiding his face in shadow. You can feel his gaze boring into you. To the Mi-Go leader's left lies a familiar face, your detective friend. His Grey is sadly missing. To the Leader's right lies a beautiful woman. Evidently not bothered by Pluto's near vacuum as she isn't wearing any survival gear like yourself. What do you do?

The Mi-Go Leader puts away the watch and begins to flash lights at you. The woman steps forward and translates, her voice entering straight into your mind. "Thank you for coming all this way to meet us, Privateer. The journey took you exactly seven days and six hours upon arrival on Pluto's surface to reach us. These results are exceptional. Your entire voyage you spent training and engaging in abstract forms of sex. Even going so far as to partially clone one of us and partake of our flesh. As a result, we believe your mindset is unequally capable of handling similarly abstract scenarios. Our agent's testimony of your skills speaks for itself. To kill a Mi-Go communist and Star Spawn. Truly impressive. Yes... Yes... We, if you are interested. Have a task befitting an individual of your talents. An old debt that must be settled. Accounts balanced... Do you except?"

Its light pulses slow down briefly and you feel an unspoken exchange going on between the cloaked figure in the back and Mi-Go leader. Eventually his flashes speed up again and the woman continues for him, her voice piercing into your mind like a bee buzzing near your ear, "Privateer, you're knowledgeable of Powered Armor and Battle Platforms, yes? Well, our 'friend' here," the Mi-Go Leader gestures towards the cloaked figure, "has need of a void walker. I'm sure you understand what that means, yes? Further, we will be equipping you with a Battle Platform of your own specifications, which you will be free to keep post your mission's success. Now, do you agree or not?"

A Void Walker as the Mi-Go so elegantly implied, requires no elaboration for a man in your field. They're it, the deal, the guy, the one, the quintessential big time all little Privateers like yourself hope to one day grow up to be. The star quarterback for the football team that's won the last five Super Bowls consecutively. Of course, that's solely the opinion of those in your field. To the layman there just another shadowy madman higher up the pecking order of lunatics that risk their lives to keep the rest of humanity safe.

To break it down simply. Space travel is dangerous, very dangerous. Inner system travel is full of risk. Inner dimensional even more so, and deep space is as bad as it gets. Void Walkers do exactly what it says on the tin. They Walk the void to protect the ship. Typically leading a host of lesser mercenaries and privateers in smaller Battle Platforms or Power Armor in counter assaults. Got a space squid wrapped around you space boat? Well a Void Walker pries its suckers off your hull and kicks it to the cosmic winds. Space pirates? A Void Walker wipes the floor with them and then counter raids their ship killing everyone onboard. You get the idea. Big stakes, huge HUGE money, and far more destructive toys. Also, you're being offered Mi-Go Bio Platform for payment. Not a bad deal, no matter how you slice it.

You agree to take the job, but demand to know more. However, before you can expand on that or ask any additional questions. The floor beneath you opens up and you fall, slowly. You desperately lash out trying to find something to grasp on to, but the wall is too smooth for you to find any hand holds. Further down the pit begins to narrow turning into a slide. Corkscrewing you around and around. Until you reach a velocity that is actually fast enough to be dangerous. You shoot out the pitch black tube forty feet above the street below flying nearly thirty miles an hour. As you soar through the air the Mi-Go that took you up to the top of the tower earlier sees you as its returning and swoops down and grabs you before you splatter into a fast approaching building. You note the pile of human skeletons in the spot where you were headed.

The M-Go cheerfully flashes a greeting at you. It notes that you're lucky as there isn't always a Mi-Go in attendance when they get done with a human in the high court. More than few guests have been lost that way, but oh well. Their brains were salvageable and now enjoying a fulfilling career as some Mi-Go's slave or OS for one of their PC's. Far better than whatever horrible existence they had before! You grimly remind yourself why its not a good idea to trust Crabs, no matter how "high up" they are or friendly they're being. The Mi-Go takes you to one of the countless weapons labs to get you outfitted. Apparently, the words gone out about you taking the job. What kind of Battle Platform are you looking for? (Note, each one of these options will expand into further options!)

>A, Emphasis on Comfort. You want what amounts to an extension of your body. Something you can live in for weeks at a time and syncs up with your senses perfectly. It will be a tad weaker than other options, but the ability to be ready at all times and be something more than just a regular man is appealing. (Think really strong Bio Power Armor)

>B, Emphasis on Combat. You want as strong weapon system as possible. Your happy living outside of it when not in use, but you could be separated from your platform as the most inconvenient of times. Also, it won't feel like an extension of your own flesh. It'll just be another vehicle you drive around, albeit a comfortable one. Examples (Think Gundam sized, think Godzilla, Cthulhu Sized, Star Spawn sized would be compact)

>C, Emphasis on Size. Bigger is better. You want your own "Ship," a biological super weapon that will take you wherever you desire among the stars. Doing any sort of confined work or planet side duty will be difficult, but when you can wipe small planets from existence. Does that really matter? Examples (Prey's planet ship, Lexx, Farscape, Tyranid Hive ship)

>D, Emphasis on post humanity. You want to be something beyond a normal man. Without a doubt the "weakest" option, but enhancing your body gives you an incredible range of options.

>C, Emphasis on Size. Bigger is better. You want your own "Ship," a biological super weapon that will take you wherever you desire among the stars. Doing any sort of confined work or planet side duty will be difficult, but when you can wipe small planets from existence. Does that really matter? Examples (Prey's planet ship, Lexx, Farscape, Tyranid Hive ship)

>>2546402>B, Emphasis on Combat. You want as strong weapon system as possible. Your happy living outside of it when not in use, but you could be separated from your platform as the most inconvenient of times. Also, it won't feel like an extension of your own flesh. It'll just be another vehicle you drive around, albeit a comfortable one. Examples (Think Gundam sized, think Godzilla, Cthulhu Sized, Star Spawn sized would be compact)

>>2546402>B, Emphasis on Combat. You want as strong weapon system as possible. Your happy living outside of it when not in use, but you could be separated from your platform as the most inconvenient of times. Also, it won't feel like an extension of your own flesh. It'll just be another vehicle you drive around, albeit a comfortable one. Examples (Think Gundam sized, think Godzilla, Cthulhu Sized, Star Spawn sized would be compact)

>>2547293>>2547303You guys got the wrong image of yourselves. If you want some Captain Tylor or Space Adventurer Cobra action going on. Then you need some interstellar wheels! The Mi-Go are offering you a Bioship and your settling for a paltry Godzilla monster with mere inner solar system interaction? GO BIG OR GO HOME!

>>2546402>>B, Emphasis on Combat. You want as strong weapon system as possible. Your happy living outside of it when not in use, but you could be separated from your platform as the most inconvenient of times. Also, it won't feel like an extension of your own flesh. It'll just be another vehicle you drive around, albeit a comfortable one. Examples (Think Gundam sized, think Godzilla, Cthulhu Sized, Star Spawn sized would be compact)

>>2547510Its a bioship meaning its alive and we would be walking on skin and other things would rather not beinside of a space monsterAlso how you gona get pussy in it?Robo godzilla gets all thr bitches wet and panties droped

>Its a bioship meaning its alive and we would be walking on skin and other things would rather not beinside of a space monsterWhat are you even saying? If you mean that the ship won't "like" it, then you clearly know nothing about the examples that the QM listed.